The merchant at the stall called out to the stream of travelers. He was boisterous and dramatic in the way that he spoke. People crowded around him, interested in what he was selling.

Calisa looked on. She knew that the merchant was a criminal behind his fasçade. By day, he laughed cheerfully with the customers. But that same laugh grew more sinister as the hours passed.

"Kalis," she felt her sister touch her shoulder. Calisa knew what Birdy was thinking. Too much time was already wasted. They would suffer if they returned after the sun had set.

Calisa wanted to stay out a bit longer but relented nonetheless. Her sister, the more sensible one of the two, kept their best interests in mind. When it came to killing, she was just as merciless but she was indeed much more careful.

Calisa would assassinate that man sooner or later. With that many enemies, he would die by her blade or by another's.

Still, a flicker of unease settled within her. She knew she would regret this decision later.